SAMUEL
Do you remember what you said to me?
'Cause we lost track of time
Maybe it was just because Nate was cool, especially with the effortless way he sat, mumbling one his one liner without even a moment of hesitation. Sam, far less adept at smooth talking, nodded and let out a shy little laugh, pushing the cup of tea towards Nate. "Well, it's not that different to what I do for...for anyone that visits." Usually he had biscuits too, but they wouldn't be needing those. Ascended parties tended to have terrible buffets.
"So! Um...how are you?" He asked after a moment, leaning back into his chair in an effort to seem far too casual, as if he wasn't bothered at all by what they had discussed the last time they had met.
Yeah, we lost track of time
You always let me down so tenderly
You always let me down so tenderly